when talking to someone i like me: *awkward, uncomfortable chuckles for 5 minutes
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when talking to someone i like me: *awkward, uncomfortable chuckles for 5 minutes
Qualities of Highly Sensitive People
In general, highly sensitive people tend: 1. To be more sensitive to sights, smells, sounds, tastes and smells 2. To be philosophical and more in touch with their spirituality 3. To feel highly uncomfortable when being observed (e.g. by a teacher, a boss, during recitals and performances etc.) 4. To have vivid dreams which they remember in great detail 5. To have a deep appreciation for beauty, art and nature 6. To be good readers of others, and of non-verbal cues 7. To experience very powerful and intense emotions 8. To find it difficult to rebound from strong feelings and emotions 9. To be highly empathic and sensitive to others’ feelings 10. To be hard on themselves, and unforgiving of mistakes.
I was just told by my parents that I'm 'too sensitive' and I need to change myself. Maybe I'm too sensitive. Maybe I cry or get offended too easily but I think being too sensitive is better than being insensitive but since my parents want me to change, then Ms. Insensitive is my middle name from now on.
He is doing so well :3
seeing your crush
At times, i feel really sad and depressed and being the emotional person i am, i always crave attention from another just to let them listem to me and hear me out because believe me, it feels so good just to talk to someone about your feelings. But i find myself in a rut because as much as i would love to engage in a deep, emotional concersation, at the same time, i dont want to seem like the kind of person that wants to show her emotion so freely. I dont want to be the person everyone can read like an open book. I also always assume that im being an emotional burden to those around me. I always think its best to bottle up my feelings. Its the best thing for everyone really.
I laminated a paper towel
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You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
This messed me up.
Im crying at this post omfg
Dog owners please be aware.
For those with anxiety.
hope this helps a bit my ppl with anxiety (:
In the first few weeks of a puppy’s life, their muscles are extremely underdeveloped. As a result, many newborn puppies have difficulties walking or even standing for a long period of time.
Now that Tumblr’s video player finally works, I wanted to upload this here. (This HD player’s surprisingly good quality) This was my short film that I spent forever on. Please don’t remove my credits, thanks~!
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here’s a step-by-step process of how I put this together
It’s so cute!
Sweet dreams
Holy mother of God…
Theo Jansen Strandbeest
Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.
these are both amazing and COMPLETELY TERRIFYING
IF I SAW ONE OF THESE COMING I WOULD CRY
I want to have sex to this
oh fuck
Omg he/she looked the most happy when he/she was with doug and pluto